"Ah, would she smile on me like this
And would she give me kiss for kiss
If I could stand there at her side?"
The wistful watcher softly cried.
Even as she spoke she closer crept,
Upon the broad low terrace stept,
And nearer leaned.—Just then, just there,
A street light sent a sudden glare
Across her face.—One startled glance,
And from the changes of the dance.